MYSTIC RIDERS
Flash fiction
Deep within the woods
lays magical spirits that have lived there forever.
Forever is a long time
but that is how old these spirits are.
One day a year they ride
through the woods and they sound like a thunder storm.
Wild horses are their
choices and they are the only ones to ever ride such wild beasts.
What these riders look
like, no one knows. Some think they are past warriors that have risen from
their graves to ride once more.
Where they are going is a
mystery. To some far off place to fight their enemies to reclaim what was
theirs in their day is only a guess.
You know they are going
to ride when the fog settles into the bones of the woods and the damp air
sticks to everything.
The winnie of a horse
echoes through the forest and a nervousness travels through the woods.
Even the foxes and coyotes
don’t take their usual path and instead hide in the shadows.
Soon the thunderous
sounds like a storm rolling in starts to rumble in the woods making even the
still trees tremble.
A shout of sorts sends
ravens into flight and the ground starts to vibrate. Horses snort and winnie.
Through the fog comes the
first beast. The black as midnight mane bellows into the wind. Its dark eyes
looking straight ahead. The beast knows the way.
The others follow and now
the thunderous hooves are beating the ground as they rush through the woods
with their invisible riders.
Some have seen the leader
of the riders. He has hollow eyes and a dark mane of hair like the horse he
rides.
The riders carry swords
to fight their invisible enemies and once they are gone through, everything
goes back to silence.
The wind gets up and
sweeps the leaves covering up their hoof marks in the ground and the fog lifts
leaving the woods as they were.
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